Why Bad Dates Happen to Good People

This entry is dedicated to my best friend Molly* (I promised I wouldn’t use her real name).  Molly and I have been best friends for almost 15 years now.  In Hollywood years, it’s like Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox.  Long ass time, but I digress.  She has had a problem in the dating world for a while now.  It’s okay, she admits it herself.  What got me to think of this post was the fact she just called me about her most recent guy that she had met on jdate.com. (It’s like match.com for jews, but without the cheesy commercials that make you want to throw your half pint of phish food at the TV.)

So she has gone out with this guy a couple times.  Nice, cute, and said he worked as an investment banker.  All good right?!  Well I guess it depends.  She had an interview this morning and guess who showed her into her interview?  Yup, Mr. Investment Banker.  I laughed.  She cried.

This is what I don’t understand.  Molly is smart with a degree in Fashion Merch from FIT, is considered to be one of my “hot friends,” and has her own place, so what gives?  I can go on and on with her disasters (running over her crazy ex’s foot on New Years as he chased us down the street or inviting the butcher over to her apartment after knowing him an hour.  A butcher Mol!!!) and it wouldn’t even tip the iceberg.  So it leads me to ask: Why do bad dates happen to good people? Even in a city of over 18 million people, why are women still finding it hard to find a mate?  They made a freaking show about it for God’s sake!

She actually prompted me to write this because she wanted to see if anyone else out there had any other horror stories to share, and I was curious too.  So send them in to emilyluxspot@gmail.com The good, the bad, the ugly!!  Don’t worry, I won’t print your name either.  As Molly says “the only way to live through it is to laugh at it.”